1 Week ago
It was an exciting time, Vincent a boy of 16 years old had finally left home to go to school. His mother was dead and he was the sole heir to a whole fortune or both monetary but mystical wealth. 

He was sitting on the train that would take him to the Stone gate. He had to apply to the House of Rhea to allow him to use the stone gate, not just used for schooling but for teleportation around the world. His magecraft was great enough that he was allowed access without having pay a large fee, but he had to sign saying he would aim to join Clan Rhea when the moment came. 

He ran his hand through his sandy blond hair and looked around, the train was full of students, he wondered if he would be friends with any of them, if maybe one day in time they could make their own stamp on the magical world, after all these would be the closest friends he would ever have. 

Present day-
Vincent had been at school for a week now, classes had yet to start. He was given a bedroom in a large dorm in the communal areas, the place all first years slept before the joined a clan and got the rooms used by the most recent graduating class. 

The school though, was amazing. It was more complex than he had given it credit for, he assumed it was just 5 segments of a circle, that were just adjacent to each other, but it was much more than that, the Gates were the wedges themselves and they stacked next to as well as above and below each other. Space was weaved together at an expert level. 

The Outer Quads and apartments were stagnent, but as you entered the inner walls of the gate, you were then inside the Undergate, where all the internal structures bent and wove around each other. The Communal Quads in the centre, worked much more like the Undergate, stacked upon top of each other, each level relating to an outside area. Although access to the outerworld was not possible from the Communal Quads. Unassigned students had free reign of the Undergate and the communal spaces, but access to the Outer quads were for members only or by strict invite.

You could be walking through and Italian villa and then open a door into an arabian palace the next and then open a door from that palace outside to a frozen wonderland. Corridors had no distinctive ways of knowing which layer of the gate it would take you too. But it was amazing still, you could enjoy the sun, go skiing, hiking through the rainforest all in one day and still have time to have a traditional Italian cooked meal when you arrived home. 

So Vincent was sitting down in one of the dining halls, he was enjoying a large bowl of noodles in a spicy, sour sauce. He knew the tournament would be soon, and he should start thinking of servants if he wanted to apply, but what if he didn't get the right Arcana card, best to go for a servant who qualifies as many classes. Or he could just buy the card he needed, but what would that cost him. Vincent sighed and propped his head up with his hand.